THE DESOLATE ONE

I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God
He blew breath in my lungs
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
The desolate one
There is no hope
Leave now
Leave while you still have hope
Desolate
The desolate one
The desolate, desolate one
Desolate one
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God
He blew breath in my lungs
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
The desolate one
The desolate, desolate one
There is no hope
Leave now
Leave while you still have hope
Desolate
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
The desolate one
The desolate, desolate one
I was destined to come
The desolate one
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
The desolate one
Turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows
The desolate one
The desolate, desolate one
The desolate one
There is no hope
Leave now
Leave while you still have hope